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Monday, December 17, 2012

All Roads Lead To Hell Blog Tour

Welcome to our stop on the All Roads Lead To Hell Blog Tour! I am so excited to be a part of this tour. I love Gracen Miller to pieces and her writing is just phenomenal.

I hope you have been enjoying the other blog stops so far! If you have missed any of them prior to ours you can find the links at the bottom of this post, please note that if they held their own contest then those may be closed.

Here is a sneak peek at Genesis Queen, which releases tomorrow so mark your calenders or put a reminder on your smart phone.

Madison’s
mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark
destiny. But as she rests in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband
warns of a murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another
scheme to claim her for Hell’s throne?

Sometimes internal conflict can
house our biggest demons.

With allies
divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor
to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark
requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal
comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the
darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who
can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?

Amid
the rubble of defeat, will Hell’s Genesis Queen dawn?

Genesis Queen Excerpt:

“I like the way you move,
kitten.”

She took a deep breath, like
she needed the extra oxygen to deal with him. “Did you square away the angels
in Hell?”

“Yes.” Details weren’t
necessary when they both knew he’d instituted a brutal torture regimen for all
of them. “Dance with me?”

“To this music?”

“You didn’t appear to be
having any problem.” He held his hand out toward her.

She stared at his palm. Her
expression was reminiscent of an individual confident selling their soul was a
reckless choice but entering the deal anyway.

“I don’t bite.”

Her gaze felt like an impact
against his. “You did in Hell.”

He wrangled the grin under
control. “Then I won’t bite.”

“I don’t think it’s a good
idea, Micah.”

“Why?”

A casual shrug when nothing
about her body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms
beneath her breasts. “Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He
couldn’t tolerate it and if he couldn’t….” She trailed off and gaped at him as
if she’d just realized she’d been about to insult him.

Micah grinned. “I haven’t
lived as long as I have without executing restraint.” He stepped closer to her.
“I’ve controlled myself with you more than any other.” Because she is my woman
and deserves my respect.

Madison allowed him to pull
her arms free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into
his embrace…left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding
upward and parting her thighs.

She bit her bottom lip. Her
breathing grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His
pulse throbbed faster.

Hell’s delights, she felt
fantastic against him.

“Relax,” he said when she
remained inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. “I only want to
dance with you.” Like when they’d been married, just a different manner of
movement. This one more intimate than what they normally partook.

Her focus locked on his jaw,
and she sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her
hips. He executed the first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they
gyrated in perfect synchronicity.

Tich's Review:

I received an Advanced Readers Copy of Genesis Queen for review. Gracen blew my mind with the first two books in the Road To Hell series but this one is my absolute favorite. I freakin' loved this book!

Her characters, though they are paranormal creatures, are very much real. The way they talk and behave, even the emotional trials they go through, are written in such a way that they bring these characters to life. They are not just some characters in a book but people that you love...or love to hate. What I'm getting at is that she is extremely talented at breathing life to her characters and the world they live in.

Madison and Nix are back from Hell, their relationship is moving along nicely and then Micah comes back to warn of a terrible danger to Madison's life. Is he a reliable source of information or is this one of his many tactics to take her back to Hell to claim her place as Queen? If he tells the truth the who is to be trusted and from where will the betrayal come?

If you have not read Pandora's Box and Hell's Phoenix, start there. They are a must read before beginning Genesis Queen. I enjoyed my Road To Hell and hope you travel it yourself.

Madison Wescott’s life is Hell on earth. Her father, a Baptist
Preacher, convinces her she’s morally corrupt when men notice her blooming
beauty. She strives to be unnoticeable, but nothing satisfies her condemning
parents.

And sometimes fate has nothing to
do with one’s potential.

Temptation rears its head when Micah Dominus visits her father’s
church on Christmas morning, but she is unprepared for her physical reaction to
him. Frightened by her own emotions, she is grateful she’ll never see him
again. But when he shows up again at a friend’s funeral, and at other times in
her life, she’s swayed by his charisma. Micah becomes her white knight through
the good and bad, but can they create the perfect life together? Or has she
just located the beginning of the Road to Hell?

Madison
shrunk further into the corner of the church bench, wishing she could shrink
out of sight. Maybe if she were out of Daddy’s sight, she’d be out of his mind
too, she thought as she blinked back the stinging tears. A hurried peek around
the church sanctuary confirmed no one else witnessed her setback.

Unsure
what she’d done to receive his censure this time, she offered a weak, “Yes,
sir, I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Not that
an apology ever appeased him.

“It’s not
me you should be apologizing too, young lady, but the Lord,” he snapped drawing
to his five-foot six stature. “If you don’t repent and alter your ways, God’ll
see you burn in Hell.”

“Yes,
sir, I understand.” She hoped she sounded meek enough to suit his temper or
she’d find herself on her knees after church service praying for her soul.
Depending upon his mood, she could pray for hours without a restroom break or a
knee break. And boy, oh, boy, could her knees suffer brutal agony in that
position.

It would
be great if she knew what to repent so she could avoid the burn of Hell. She
didn’t want to burn any more than he wanted her to burn. A typical complaint
centered on her appearance. Her hair was too blonde, her eyes too blue, her
boobs too big and her figure too lush for her too-tall frame. At fifteen she
was already three and a half inches taller than him. All these complaints
apparently forced men to sin against God by lusting after her. Not that she
encouraged men to lust after her, mind you, but on the off chance that they
did, it was still her fault in
Daddy’s eyes.

“Brother
Wescott,” Becca Slayter said with her hand extended to her father, cheap red
lipstick smeared outside the lip-line of her saggy mouth. The over-abundance of
lipstick did not give her the appearance of fuller lips. Reminded of another
one of her father’s complaints—her lips were too full and sensual—Madison
pinched her lips together. “I wanted to extol how much your sermon last Sunday
enriched my life this week. Why I was telling Cynthia Jones…”

Madison
stopped listening to Becca Slayter’s conversation with her dad because she
didn’t much like ‘Sister’ Becca or her high-pitched annoying voice. And she was
old, like thirty or thirty-five, and all Sister Becca ever did was brag about
some new object she’d received.

She peeked around the
sanctuary and took special care not to openly snag the gaze of any man. Opening her worn leather-bound
Holy Bible to the Gospel of Luke, she began to read and mentally pray God would
forgive her for whatever sin she’d committed. If she were lucky, by the time
Daddy finished his morning sermon he would forget all about her morally damned
soul. She sure didn’t want to spend the afternoon praying on her knees.

Praise for Madison’s Life Lessons

“I loved it! Gracen has a natural talent for bringing her
characters to life. I literally felt like I was right there watching and
experiencing everything.”

What
happens when your son turns homicidal overnight and your husband disappears on
his way to work? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott
fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn’t believe in, she finds
herself face-to-face with a world she didn’t know existed and discovers her own
soul is darkened with demonic connections.

With good
intentions? Or by demonic design?

Phoenix Birmingham bursts into Madison’s life
in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses—and for her
jaded heart—but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices
to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted
paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint
fate has decreed, but only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces
manipulating them. Even with Phoenix’s aid, can destiny be denied? Or will
demonic design prevail while they pay the crucial price with their souls?

In a small,
sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind’s liberty has begun...

Pandora’s
Box Excerpt:

“May I?” He held up the
medical supplies.

She nodded and watched as he
doused gauze with antiseptic. “Dr. Nix at your service,” he said with a grin,
two adorable dimples charming her where words failed.

Madison rolled her eyes, and
tipped her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off
her neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly
personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted
in her seat and crossed her legs.

Madison stared into his eyes.
Green, she thought, his eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with
ridiculously long eyelashes women would fantasize about. If they didn’t, they
should. A flicker of compassion, concern, and something else she couldn’t
identify flashed in his eyes.

“Ready?” he asked.

The husky tenor of his voice
forced her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing.
She gave a mental shake but couldn’t resist wondering how his mouth would feel
on hers.

“Madison?” Humor deepened his
voice, a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she’d been fantasizing
about, and she realized she still stared at them. “You ready?” he asked again,
and her eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.

She swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
She whispered past the lump in her throat and forced her vision to lock on the
wall over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed
like crazy, and she felt woozy. Loss of blood! Must be why she reacted that
way. No other explanation made sense.

Even though the antiseptic
stung like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her.
“It’s not bad,” he said, dabbing the blood away. “Just a nick.”

Well, she could nix the blood
loss theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come
up with. “I’ve suffered worse.” Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She
tried to clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease,
because his perceptive eyes met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of
concern reflected in their green depths.

“This isn’t the first time
he’s attacked you?”

“No. It’s the first time he’s
tried to seriously kill me, though.” She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready
to give up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and
acting strange because of strain…not because of him. Seriously, as far as first
impressions went, she wasn’t impressed.

Praise for Pandora’s Box

“Gracen Miller has definitely added spice and intrigue in
to a genre that can somewhat be monotonous with the same story lines about
demons, angels, succubi, and other paranormal creatures.”

Going
to Hell was supposed to save Madison, but knowing she’s dead because of his
failure leaves Nix with only one thing to live for. Revenge. With Micah’s help
he learns to use his Messianic power. Anything for Mads has become his mantra,
even if it means killing innocents to gather the power he needs to succeed. A
tsunami he unleashes on a Gulf Coast city is stopped with magical interference,
and Nix is more than surprised to feel Madison in the opposing magic. Can he
and Micah set a trap to lure her out?

Pandora’s Box…once you open it, there’s no turning
back!

Madison
has done the unthinkable, opened Pandora’s Box to save Nix from Hell. And
failed. She’s willing to risk her own life to rescue Nix, but she worries about
the welfare of her accomplice in the mission and leaving her son behind.
Following up on a lead, she’s ambushed by Nix and Micah. Shocked and hurt to
discover Nix has become a willing participant of Hell, she’s more certain than
ever she won’t escape the demonic fate her husband outlined for her. While in
Hell, she discovers denying the emergence of her succubus is futile, which
means getting Nix out of Hell after embracing her inner demon just became a
very real dilemma…

Hell’s Phoenix Excerpt:

“You’ll heal her promptly,” Micah growled,
shifting back into his human persona, as he offered his legs as a pillow for
her head. She’d have pushed him away if she could’ve managed to contort her
body to that angle.

Madison gaped at the blood darkening her
jeans and spreading down her thigh. “That hurts way worse than I thought being
shot would.”

“I need to get your pants off, Mads, to
heal you.” Nix’s fingers went to the snap of her jeans.

She knocked his hands away. “You’ll heal
the others first.”

“He shot the main artery in your thigh, Madison.
You’ll bleed out before he finishes with them.” Micah compressed his lips
together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. “I’ve lost you twice. I
will not lose you again.”

“Death would at least grant me freedom
from you!”

Micah’s mouth flattened in displeasure.
“Phoenix, I would ask you to do as she requests.”

“Goddamnit, Mads, I swear I’ll heal them
immediately after I take care of you.”

Madison clenched her teeth in silent
mutiny. Nix cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on
the lips. Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always
presented itself at the most inappropriate moments.

“I find that stubborn trait sexy, baby.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Nix.” She
winced at the tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micah’s
thighs.

“What does?” Nix jerked the hem of one
pant leg up and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness.

“Good deeds.”

He brandished the knife he’d given her
for her thirtieth birthday and grinned. “Does healing them count?”

“No.”

Nix rolled to his feet and leveled her with
his stare. “You’re a hard woman to please.”

“Cease the flirtations with my wife.”
Micah’s grip on her shoulders intensified. “Heal those bottom-feeders, and then
heal her.”

Praise for Hell’s Phoenix

“It blows J.R. Ward out of the water!”

~ Dawn Hagan, I Love Books

About the Author

Gracen
is a small town girl who was transplanted to the big city almost ten years ago.
She describes herself as a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person
in Southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time
basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her
real-life hero-husband. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels
and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order
of priority. She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending
coffee and writing generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her stories
are spawned from these coffee highs. To learn more about Gracen and her writing
or to leave her a comment, visit her website at www.gracen-miller.com.

3 comments:

*squeals* I'm tickled that you enjoyed Genesis Queen. I have been holding my breath to hear what people think of the end to the love triangle, with no idea how any of you would take the ending. I can breathe just a tad easier now. lol